Assassin's Dream

Chapter Three

Chapter 3

Callie was bored.

Sure she might be killed at any moment but waiting four hours to find out in a cell was not exactly entertaining. Wyatt had pulled out his stylus again and was working on some hologram. Derek was leaning against the wall, staring out the cell like he was daring someone to come. Ivy had settled into a disturbing silence that Callie was almost afraid to shake her out of.

But someone had to do.

“Ivy?” Callie called out. Ivy looked up, her expression blank.

“Um,” Callie began then shook her head. She had just been arrested and now realized she might die, she was not going to be the weak one in the group. Shaking her head, she started again, this time with more confidence.

“While you were out, we started talking and I don’t know how much you remember of the fight but we were good.”

Ivy looked at her confused, “What do you mean?”

“For a group of teens that just met, we fought good together,” Derek said moving away from the wall for the first time in hours. “If we get out of here we should stick together.”

Ivy looked over at him, “You mean if we get put in the Dream.”

Wyatt glanced up from whatever he had been doing. He didn’t say anything but Callie could see he was getting uncomfortable.

Derek shrugged but before he could say anything else they heard a door open. Wyatt sat up straighter and stuffed his stylus in his pants, out of sight.

A guard came over. He opened the door and gestured for Callie to follow him.

“Where are we going?” Callie asked refusing to move toward him.

The guard grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the cell. Ivy looked like she was about to punch him and but the guard slammed the cell door in her face.

“She’s going to be evaluated.”

Callie heard someone suck in their breath, but her  arm was beginning to throbbed. She squirmed trying to get away from the guard holding her, but she had never been able to overcome someone physically. It’s why she loved her bow and arrows so much.

As the guard began dragging her away, she heard Derek whisper to her, “Stomp on his foot and he’ll loosen his arm.”

Callie was dragging her heels, trying to slow the guard down before they reached the next door. Taking Derek’s advice, she slammed her right heel down on the guard. Immediately she felt his grip loosen and she shook him off of her. On instinct she reached down to her boot for her knife, but it wasn’t there. Feeling a little desperate now, she turned to face the guard, who was back up on his feet.

If anything she felt the guard only looked annoyed.

“You need to be evaluated. Cooperation could come in handy if you don’t have a death wish.” His voice was husky, but distant. Callie imagined that he was envisioning a thousand different ways to be spending his day than escorting prisoners to their deaths.

But he didn’t say death, a little voice in Callie’s head said. He said evaluated.

And if he said evaluated then that could mean. . .

“I can walk by myself, thank you.”

And with that Callie walked out the door, the guard right behind her.

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Wyatt glanced around after the door slammed behind Callie. His nerves were doing something to his stomach, it felt like a miniature war was going on inside.